So badly for the outdoors right now.
I want the smells, the sounds, and the wind.
I want a campfire and that eerie sense of security that it provides.
Instead I have a candle and I'm staring at it and typing on a monitor whose glow exceeds that of the candle, but can never compare.
Why can't I escape this feeling that I am missing so much? That I'm operating on such a superficial level. Furthermore, what can I do to get to that other level? To attain a sense of tranquility in my existence. I am so restless in my own skin sometimes.
Reading this I bet this entry could sound sad. It is not though.
I hope I don't seem the same way. Because I am not.
Just unsure is all.
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